Varg brooded on the new info a minute. Prophecies could be a headache. He made a point of trying to avoid them, beyond the omen at his birth about his strength. Too much magic is so easy to abuse. The last thing the city needed was a jumped up prick dealing with shit he didn't understand.
"Prophecy or no, I ain't moving out." He said it with a smirk, as if there was ever any doubt.
"Prophecy or no, I ain't moving out." He said it with a smirk, as if there was ever any doubt.